Vampire Diaries Damon Clothes Novels & Stories

"Yeah, we've known each other since high school." "That's nice," 'That's nice.' What does he mean by that? "I didn't expect to run into you here," He chuckles, "Neither did I." "You live around here?" I ask, glancing down at this clothes. Damon stands in his casual outfit. Even though it's a first to see him without his suit, I can barely say I know him that well—we've only met each other twice including now but seeing him in his pair of jeans and sweatshirt, I'd say he's pretty laid back. It's like he was running errands and he didn't exactly expect to run into anyone in the streets.

What could be wrong with that? Everything, I told her. Everything is wrong with this. The knock came at exactly eight o'clock. "Come in," I managed. Damon entered, and my traitorous body responded immediately. He'd changed from his business suit into dark jeans and a black sweater that emphasized his broad shoulders. His hair was slightly damp, like he'd showered too. He stopped just inside the door, grey eyes taking in my appearance. Something flickered across his face—heat, maybe, or hunger—before the cold mask returned.

Scarlett froze. Her hand was still halfway raised, well pointed to the person she thought was on the door and the irritation was still burning on her tongue, but the moment she saw who was standing there, everything inside her melted. “…Oh. It’s you.” Damon stood at the doorway, he was dressed in a charcoal suit. Looked like someone who ran away from his office. For a second, he didn’t move either. His eyes went from her face to her posture, then slowly toward the slightly open door behind her like he was trying to piece together what had just happened.

I admitted. "You mean it was a date?" Rose's voice lowered as she gripped my arm in surprise. Nodding, I let out a sigh. "It did feel like a date, didn't it?" I mumbled, a smile tugging at my lips. "But nothing is happening between the boss and me. We're just friends." Our conversation came to an abrupt halt as Damon entered the mansion, dressed in black trousers and a black t-shirt. I had never seen him wear T-shirts before, but I couldn't deny that he looked good in it.

I replied with a smile. Lyon nodded, and glanced at Damon and the three Alpha’s still mounted on the horses. He bowed slightly and walked away. I held my breath as Damon dismounted, every movement deliberate, precise and dangerous. The heavy silence around stretched, broken only by the crunch of his boots on the ground. He was dressed in a flowing midnight-blue robe, the crest of the Moonshadow etched into the fabric. He looked handsome as ever. I wondered how long he had been searching for me alone. He stopped just inches from me. His eyes bore into mine with an unreadable intensity.

The sound of the door opening behind me had me turning my head. Damon stepped inside, dressed in his usual dark jeans and black button-up, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His hair was damp, like he’d just come in from a shower somewhere else. He didn’t look at me right away, his eyes instead going to Isla for a brief moment. “You didn’t sleep here,” I said, my voice low but steady. He didn’t flinch. “No. I didn’t.” I crossed my arms over my chest, not bothering to hide the frown that pulled at my lips. “Why?”

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

When Damon closed the door behind him, he crushed his lips on her and she welcomed him. Damon found Raven’s lips soft and warm which drove him crazy. He slowly pulled her dress of her shoulders, exposing part of her bra. The more he undressed her she didn’t even bother helping him and he loved every second of it. She was just perfect, and the thoughts she was giving him could not be put into words. She could be a whole lot more than just a one night stand. Damon picked her up not breaking the kiss. She was left with her thong only. He placed her on his bed gently like she was an egg that he didn’t want to break.

She wouldn’t actually chop his balls off and throw them in the blender… Okay, so that was a lie. She totally would. I took a big swig of coffee and sighed. “Sugary, caffeinated goodness.” Damon chuffed out a laugh and leaned back in his chair. He wore a dark, long sleeve Henley that looked as if it were molded to his muscular frame. The first two buttons were undone, revealing a small glimpse of his chest. He peered at me past his dark locks, those golden eyes oddly warm. “So, Anastasia,” Pretty sure this was the first time Damon had said my name. “How was your night?”

It's gonna be ---- Damon: Alright meet you tomorrow. Bye. He said cutting the line as he had no interest in listening to his sisters nonsense. Huffing out he realised now he has to buy his wife a dress. A perfect one just like his sister said. Fucking hell. Cursing under his breath he decided to make a call. Damon: Hello Mrs. Kin how are you. I am good. Actually, I wanted you to prepare a beautiful dress any colour will be fine and a well-maintained suit black will do for me.